Monday, August 13, 2012

Before there was Seafair, there was Potlatch and its riot

Seattle PI

When I
lived in the Leschi neighborhood of Seattle, a hillside overlooking the middle
part of Lake Washington, I would watch the boat traffic streaming away from the
southern part of the lake following the Seafair hydroplane races, the crowning
event of Seattle’s 72 year old summer festival.Though I knew there would be lots more good weather in front of us, actually the
very best Northwest weather, the end of Seafair was a punctuation mark
on the summer that somehow made me sad.I’d walk out of the garden and up the stairs to the kitchen where I’d
get another beer, or more likely a glass of whiskey.

While I
don’t live in that house above the lake anymore, I have that same feeling of
sadness at the end of Seafair and, for some reason, decided my familiarity with the history of Seafair needed some work and I took my whiskey over to my laptop when the blues came. It didn't take long to blow past Seafair to its very interesting predecessor, Potlatch, sometimes called Golden Potlatch, a stop and start
special event that began with great promise and some tragedy in the summer of
1911, seemed to gain a foothold in 1912, played host to a full bore riot in
1913 and was replaced with a choral music festival in 1915 after the Seattle Chamber of
Commerce decided a better use of its money would be chasing conventions. Potlatch revived for a few years in the
mid-thirties but was abandoned as World War II broke out.

When it
ended in 1915, a former booster of the event, The Seattle Daily Times, said
there was nothing to get upset about.

“Seattle
has discovered and promoted with a commendable degree of success a happy
substitute for the erstwhile, noisy and meaningless Potlatch.”

Festivals have always been markers – of time, accomplishment, our spiritual life.They were, in the fundamental meaning of the concept, a special event.Today, special events are more mundane -- business tactics, things we do to communicate ideas, to carry out commerce, to advocate, to create a purposeful unity.

Potlatch comes
from Chinook Jargon, the trading language of tribes in the Northwest.It derives from a Nootka (Vancouver Island) word and described a
celebration in which many people gathered together, feasted, gambled and made
gifts, often lavish, to one another.

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The first Seattle
Potlatch grew out of the civic energy generated by the 1909 Alaska Yukon
Pacific Exposition that celebrated the Alaska Gold Rush and Seattle’s gateway
role in the riches of the far north.Seattle’s connections to the tribes still had power
back in the early part of the last century, perhaps because we had so overwhelmed them, as we had the forest, and
they existed only in a pleasant myth.My old
neighborhood, Leschi, was named after a chief, likely innocent, authorities had hung
just sixty years before.

Planning
for the event began in April with a meeting of worthies intent on raising
enough money to make a good first impression.Mayor George Cotterill led off with his favorite topic, growing the city.“This year’s summer visitor is the advance
agent of next year’s permanent resident.”Frank McDermott, leader of the Bon Marche, the most successful
department store on the west coast, chimed in with “Cities are only learning
what merchants learned long ago - that it pays to advertise.”“It helps put Seattle on the map,” said
Joshua Green of the Inland Navigation Company.Blunt old Henry Broderick, the downtown real estate man, added:“The
Potlatch will pay if you do.Mail your
check now!”

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Seattle Golf Club
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A prelude
to opening day of the first Potlatch on July 17 was the Potlatch Golf
Tournament, played at the new Seattle Golf Club, open at its present location since
1908.One of the more popular young businessmen
in Seattle, George R. Andrews, Seattle manager of the Burroughs Adding Machine
Company, was set to play in the tournament on July 13th.He was good – just a couple of weeks earlier he
won the Chapin Cup and the club championship in successive days.

He would
have been known as a “good club man,” a popular joiner in the Seattle upper
crust social scene.He and a number of
friends had a small party at the golf club the night of the 12th
which concluded about 10:00 PM.They
left at about the same time with George insisting he was in a hurry to get back
to his apartments in the New Washington Hotel downtown so he could be rested and ready
to tee off early on the 13th.

They drove
out onto Golf Club Road, George the second to last car out of the parking
lot.One of the cars ahead had a mechanical
problem and stopped at the city limits, then on 85th Street and
perhaps four miles toward the city from the course.When
the last car came along, ahead of George, his friends sensed something wrong
and back-tracked for the club, finding some skid marks about a half mile from
the club at a place called “The Dip,” an elevation change along the narrow, two lane
road perched above a small but steep embankment.

They
couldn’t see anything there until they picked up, in their headlights, the glint of broken
glass. They slid down the ravine’s edge until they saw the car at the bottom and
George at the foot of a stump, his neck broken.The skid marks and other clues suggested that Andrews was driving 60
miles an hour or so or before he flew off the road.One of his friends broke an axle while
searching and another car was damaged while backing up, nearly rolling into the
same ravine. There were many indicators that alcohol was involved, but the
Seattle Daily Times, never a friend of governmental performance, blamed the road builder, King
County, even bringing the Executive Director of the Good Roads Association to
the site to evaluate the quality of the road.Seattle Daily Times Publisher Alden Blethen was a member of the club and his sons were pretty
good at the game. He likely wished he would have
exposed any problems of “The Dip” that he had driven over so many times before
the accident.

Despite George's tragedy, they
finished the tournament, out of deference to the many golfing visitors in town,
but Potlatch never felt the same to Blethen or the Seattle Daily Times after
the George Andrews tragedy and subsequent events.

Still, the
first Potlatch was a hell of a party.It
had many of entertainments we enjoy in today’s Seafair.A big parade, water sports, even something
called a hydroplane, though it was really a float plane with wheels in its pontoons
that could scoot the craft noisily along the ground.

There were
nightly dances on the streets, a Chinese monster dragon dance and, in an
unfortunate sentence “a Japanese feast of lanterns.”Those Japanese and their hot food!

Pergola at First and Yesler
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Seattle’s
Potlatch goals were fairly minimal – more growth, awareness of the city’s
accomplishments.The city was working
hard at gaining attention in 1911.In
1890, Tacoma and Seattle had about the same population, around 40,000 and the
same basic interests – access to major transportation linkages via the
railroads and ports.But Seattle
exploded in the next two decades as it went on an annexation binge and had
considerable organic growth as well.Suddenly, it seemed, Seattle was a big city with 250,000 people. It had pulled off a
spectacularly successful world’s fair, but it still yearned for more attention. The first Potlatch did just that and the one
the next year seemed even better.

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Every
summer festival has its auxiliary group, fundraisers and boosters who support
the event and march, in their white suits and shoes, in the big parade.Seafair has its “Commodores” formed five
years after the first Seafair in 1950.The Potlatch had an auxiliary as well, Tilikums, another Chinook word
meaning people who signify a nation.The
Tilikums marched in something even more uncomfortable than a poorly fitted white
suit.They wore great masks, really more
like totem poles, over their white robes.The masks covered much of their body and must have been clumsy at the
volunteer reception after the parade or, more likely, required a really big
check room at the host hotel.

It looked
like this event was on the rise in 1913, especially when Frank Baker, head of
the National City Bank, committed to be the chairman at a luncheon held at the
Moose Room of The Rathskeller restaurant.Baker would become the father of another Seattle banker, Miner Baker,
who for many years provided the regional economic forecast at Seattle First National
Bank and later served as a Seattle Port Commissioner.

There were
no invitations sent out for the dinner, people just knew to come and, at a
dollar plate, it was a big success.When
Baker spoke, he promised an event that would be the best yet.

It was, in
fact, a nightmare.

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Alden J. Blethen, Publisher
Seattle Daily Times
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There are
many complicated antecedents to what caused the 1913 Potlatch Riots.First, there was Colonel Blethen, who wore
his heart on his masthead, where he sometimes described his publication as “An
American Newspaper for Americans.”One
of his goals, also on the masthead, was the defeat of Bolshevism, along with a
3,000,000 ton/year coking plant located in town.

The
Industrial Workers of the World had Blethen’s version of America always in
their sights and periodically would hold parades in front of the Daily Times offices,
their Red Flag of the revolution on equal level with the Stars and
Stripes.Of course, this infuriated
Blethen.He believed that their
continued organizing and speech making was dangerous, bad for business and
un-American and he constantly pressured the mayor to run them out of town as other towns had done.

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George Cotterill, Mayor
Seattle Municipal Archives

But the mayor
and Colonel Blethen didn’t get along.Before becoming mayor, George Cotterill was the assistant to R. H.
Thomson, the great city engineer whom Blethen thought was out of control, by
and large true, and Blethen had him as a socialist as well because Thomson thought highly of public ownership. After the Great Seattle
Fire, Thomson blamed the poor performance of the private water companies for
the inability of the firefighters to put down the blaze.So, he created his own publicly-owned water
department, building the city’s water system on the Cedar River, 30 miles from
the town, hooking it up with wooden pipes.The dam he built to hold the municipal water supply led him to attach a power plant and run the
stored water through its generators. The resulting city-owned electric company delivered
significant value to the citizens of his town, the rate/kilowatt hour dropping
from 20 cents to 10 cents in a handful of years. Not only was Cotterill connected to Thomson,
but he had defeated Blethen’s pick, Hiram Gill, for mayor the year before.

So, when Blethen and
the management of Potlatch wanted the IWW silenced and off the streets of Seattle, Cotterill refused.

There are several versions of how the riots began. One of them had a young female IWW supporter speaking to a
largely IWW crowd on Washington Street in Pioneer Square.A few soldiers and
sailors here for Potlatch and having a good time in the square's many bars came
upon the scene and began heckling the speaker.She heckled back.At some point
the soldiers took over the platform and shouted their points of view to the crowd, who
shouted back.

The woman sought
to get her platform back and they refused.She told them the platform was rented and she would be charged a premium
if she did not return it on time, a point the military men who now had the box did not
buy.There was a struggle, a fist was
raised near the woman and one of the crowd stepped forward and decked a sailor.

IWW Hall
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That night, after reading inflammatory accounts in the Daily Times about the incident, a mob consisting of soldiers, sailors and their friends busted up the IWW headquarters building as fights broke out everywhere. Other offices were ransacked, newsstands with Socialist and IWW materials were destroyed. Cotterill declared a civil emergency, cut off liquor sales and told Colonel Blethen that the only way he would publish another account of the troubles then ongoing was to have it reviewed prior to publication by the mayor.

Seattle
Police then refused to let a Daily Times extra edition be circulated to newsboys
gathered at the Times Building. The Times lawyers finally got an temporary injunction
against Cotterill and his gag order.

By then
troops had been federalized and the city was under martial law.Soldiers and sailors were sent to their ships
and barracks.While additional violence
was expected, it didn’t materialize, although it was clearly a precursor of truly bloody events in the remaining years of the decade -- the Everett and Centralia
Massacres, the General Strike and hundreds of smaller incidents in the coal
mine and lumbering towns across the state.

Absent from
much of the coverage of the 1913 event was the accomplishment of a young
woman, Alyn McKay, who set the altitude record for women in her small plane,
rising above the mayhem below in lazy circles until she reached 2,900 feet
which, at the time, seemed amazing.

Potlatch
would have one more year, 1914, and disappear from the civic agenda. Blethen would exit the following year, dying July 13, 1915.